Handful Of Rain Lyrics

Song	Handful Of Rain
Artist	Savatage
Album	Still The Orchestra Plays - Greatest Hits Volume 1 & 2
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	作词 : Oliva
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the mind goes numb
	Until it's feeling no pain
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	Wash your women
	In your whiskey
	When your future's
	In the past
	And you're staring
	Up at heaven
	From the bottom
	Of a glass
	And you need some insulation
	From the years you've had and lost
	And you feel the perspiration
	As you're adding up the cost
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	There's a land beyond the living
	There's a land beyond the dead
	If it's true that God's forgiving
	Of the lives that we had led
	In the distance there's a thunder
	And the air is thick and warm
	And the patrons watch with wonder
	The approaching of the storm
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	There's an old man in the corner
	And he's smoking all the time
	And the smoke is drifting upward and it's
	Twisting in my
	Twisting in my mind
	My mind
	The whiskey's getting deeper
	And I use it like a moat
	There's a blues man in the distance and he's
	Lost inside his note
	His note
	His note
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain

	zuo ci : Oliva
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the mind goes numb
	Until it' s feeling no pain
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	Wash your women
	In your whiskey
	When your future' s
	In the past
	And you' re staring
	Up at heaven
	From the bottom
	Of a glass
	And you need some insulation
	From the years you' ve had and lost
	And you feel the perspiration
	As you' re adding up the cost
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	There' s a land beyond the living
	There' s a land beyond the dead
	If it' s true that God' s forgiving
	Of the lives that we had led
	In the distance there' s a thunder
	And the air is thick and warm
	And the patrons watch with wonder
	The approaching of the storm
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	There' s an old man in the corner
	And he' s smoking all the time
	And the smoke is drifting upward and it' s
	Twisting in my
	Twisting in my mind
	My mind
	The whiskey' s getting deeper
	And I use it like a moat
	There' s a blues man in the distance and he' s
	Lost inside his note
	His note
	His note
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain

	zuò cí : Oliva
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the mind goes numb
	Until it' s feeling no pain
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	Wash your women
	In your whiskey
	When your future' s
	In the past
	And you' re staring
	Up at heaven
	From the bottom
	Of a glass
	And you need some insulation
	From the years you' ve had and lost
	And you feel the perspiration
	As you' re adding up the cost
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	There' s a land beyond the living
	There' s a land beyond the dead
	If it' s true that God' s forgiving
	Of the lives that we had led
	In the distance there' s a thunder
	And the air is thick and warm
	And the patrons watch with wonder
	The approaching of the storm
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain
	There' s an old man in the corner
	And he' s smoking all the time
	And the smoke is drifting upward and it' s
	Twisting in my
	Twisting in my mind
	My mind
	The whiskey' s getting deeper
	And I use it like a moat
	There' s a blues man in the distance and he' s
	Lost inside his note
	His note
	His note
	The night is growing dark
	From somewhere deep within
	It shelters like an ark
	That always takes you in
	And the night rolls on
	Like a slow moving train
	And the soul cries out
	For a handful of rain

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